Vol 1 Chapter 30 – Model Shoot (Session 2)【Vol 1 – Turning Point】

Next was the move to the outdoor studio. We traveled in a location truck—a huge, imposing van. Speaking of which, I once saw a comment on a Michi Mama stream using the verb “to van” in a scenario where a girl gets kidnapped, but that doesn’t concern me as an adult.

“Excuse me for a moment?”

While I was thinking that, a police officer spoke to Yasuda.

“Ah, hello. Thank you, as always. This is Shirai Production.”

“Oh, you’re from Shirai Production. I apologize for holding you up.”

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Despite that little interruption, we headed for the outdoor studio. But why did the officer stop us? The so-called outdoor studio turned out to be a mansion—more precisely, we were to shoot in the mansion’s garden. The theme was something like “dark fairy.”

“Alright, now use this ladder and climb the tree.”

It was suddenly a high-difficulty task. I’m not athletic, yet I’m expected to climb a tree…

Surprisingly, it went well. The branch was thick enough to support my entire bottom, and I could grab onto the trunk; it felt quite stable. Surely the location was carefully chosen.

“Does it look okay up there?”

When they removed the ladder, Yasuda called up to me from the tree. The branch was not much higher than his line of sight—I figured I could jump down safely.

“I’m fine.”

“Alright, let’s get that pose!”

They had explained the pose during our drive—a stance where I hide in the shade as if waiting for the sun to set. I struck the pose, and Yasuda snapped away, taking shot after shot.

“Nice! Perfect!”

It seemed I was nailing it again. Still, I couldn’t shake the feeling that I was doing too well. Perhaps it was the confidence I gained from pulling off my solo live show.

The outdoor shoot was challenging with its fairy concept, and the poses were difficult. By the time we finished 12 shots, I was completely exhausted.

“Good work, Rin. Are you alright?”

“Thank you for worrying—I’m fine… whoa!”

My legs tangled, and I nearly lost my balance. After four grueling hours, it was already 9:30 PM, normally the time for a Michi Mama stream. Apparently, this shoot was better suited for nighttime.

Seeing my stumble, Mama scooped me up.

“Whoa!?”

I was given a full-on princess carry. On the day we first met, she boasted about her strength—and it might not have been just talk. After all, I weigh 37 kilograms; I’m not exactly featherlight.

“I’ll carry you home on the way back!” Mama said, though for a grown man like me, being carried like that was embarrassing.

“Rin, that was rough, huh? Now come on, get in the car! Where do you live? I’ll take you home!”

By the way, the driver of the location truck is Yasuda.

“It’s a lowrider—I’ll be counting on you!” Mama said to Yasuda before helping me into the car.

Then Mama sat beside me. Yasuda closed the rear door and hopped into the driver’s seat.

“I’m really grateful. There aren’t many kid models who can do a night shoot,” Yasuda remarked as he drove off.

Maybe because I was so exhausted, the acceleration felt even stronger than before.

“Haha, sorry for my lack of stamina,” I apologized.

Because as soon as the shoot ended, I was completely wiped out—I could hardly stand.

“I’m sorry too; it was a bit too intense!” Mama replied, and I couldn’t help but laugh at her gentle chiding.

After about forty minutes of the bumpy ride, we arrived in front of Mama’s apartment.

In the car, our chatter ranged widely—from my singing to my looks. I was complimented so much that I felt a bit embarrassed.

When we got out, Mama insisted on carrying me to the apartment, even though I said I’d walk; my request was dismissed.

Once in the room, I was laid down on the bed, and Mama said,

“Let’s take a bath in the morning, okay?”

I was so exhausted I could barely stand—I’d rather sleep than take a bath. But then…

“Um… how did I do? Was I good?” I asked anxiously. It was my first time being photographed as a model, so I was extremely nervous.

“Yes, you were amazing!” Mama affirmed, but I felt that wasn’t exactly what I wanted to ask.

What was it that I really wanted to know? No matter how much I thought about it, I couldn’t find the answer.

“Hey, Rin, you were so cute…”

I was suddenly spoken to like that.

“Huh!?”

My mind went completely blank.

“Hey, can I kiss you?”

My heart boiled and exploded—because once, I used to think that act was even naughtier than making babies.

But…

“Y-yes, that’s fine…”

If Mama wants to, I’ll do anything—after all, everything I am now belongs to her.

Our lips met.

My heart pounded, my face burned uncontrollably, and I had no room left for any other sensation. But my first kiss was with Mama, and I thought that was enough.